Sunday
by Katie
Disclaimer: Kara belongs to herself, Joshua to Tribune *hiss*, the EFC world to Tribune *hiss*, and the concept to me and Kathryn's birthday. :D

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Kara heaved a huge, contented sigh as she slowly opened her eyes. The room was dark, the shades conveniently blocking the morning sun. She rolled over to check the clock. Nine. She smiled as her stomache voiced its discontent. Kara rolled over to order her husband to make breakfast, and found the bed empty. She frowned. Joshua was awake, it seemed, and probably working, if she knew him. She jumped up, wrapped a robe around herself, and walked out into the kitchen.

Yep. He was working.

Joshua, she said chidingly, it's Sunday.

Yep.

It's the Sabbath.

To some religions.

You're not supposed to work.

Joshua looked up, and glared at her above his spectacles. What is it with teachers, spectacles, and glaring? If Joshua went to teaching school, I'd think it was taught or something.

Kara, I have classes tomorrow. I have students expecting graded papers. I didn't get it done Friday because I spent the entire evening preventing you from murdering your boss, and I couldn't get it done yesterday because it was our first month anniversary. God will forgive me if I work on a Sunday. Wasn't it Jesus said that the laws were made for the people? And if I recall properly, he worked miracles on Sundays, even though the pharacies told him it was illegal.

Kara stuck her tongue out at him.

Church's in thirty minutes, she said. Breakfast?

Not going, and in a sec, Joshua said.

Why aren't you going? she asked.

Work.

C'mon, Josh, surely it can wait the hour it takes to do Mass!

Hour and a half, if we get the fast priest. Remember, dear, it takes fifteen minutes to get there, and fifteen minutes to get back. And I checked the schedule. We have Father Jack today. It'll be three hours, not including transportation time.

That's two broken Commandments.

Nope, only one. Don't work on Sundays and go to Church are the same Commandment.

Kara rolled her eyes. Duh. She needed food, she wasn't thinking properly. Why wasn't I suspicious when he asked me to give him Bible tutoring? I should've known he'd use it against me! He's taking lessons from Katie.

Kara went back to their room and got dressed. When she returned to the kitchen, Joshua was just laying out plates of fluffy pancakes.

Mmm, I love you, she moaned as she sat down and dug in.

Joshua smirked.

Me or my cooking? he asked.

Whichever one feeds me.

They ate in silence, Joshua busy grading his papers, and Kara studying him intently. Finally, Kara checked her watch, and started.

Gotta go, she said, kissing her husband on the cheek.

Pray for me, Joshua replied absently.

You need it, Kara said archly. Joshua didn't even notice as she left.

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The morning traffic was surprisingly light, and Kara made record time to the nearby Baptist church. She snagged a seat close to the musicians, and spent the minutes before Mass began in quiet contemplation.

God, she thought wryly, thank you for allowing Joshua to not only adjust to his new job, but to love it. However, must he love it so much? I'd be ever so grateful if you'd get him to calm down a little bit and pay some more attention to his life. Or me. And give me the strength to deal with Collins, because without Your help I'll kill that pig in ten seconds. I know this is a bad thought, but he should have been drowned at birth, the pig! Okay, okay, stop the murder plans....they could be used as evidence of premediation...So thank you for helping Joshua and myself escape, the friends that also helped us, and for Joshua. His new found adoration of teaching (which I call obsession) may annoy the hell out of me sometimes, and he and Katie may tease me incessantly about actually being religious, but I can't imagine life without him anymore. Amen.

Kara sighed, and felt the tension seep out of her body. It felt good to get her thoughts out into the open...so to speak. The same effect could probably be achieved by seeing a psychiatrist, but psychiatrists charged a hundred bucks per hour, while a discussion (or whining session) with God was for free. Kara smirked. What a tough choice.

The first chords of the opening song woke Kara from her reverie, and she stood with the rest of the congregation as the Mass began.

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Finis